I've Made Up My Mind, Don't need to think it over.

The sun set on Monday and on an era.

In 1987, whilst a student in Edinburgh, my then Boyfriend and I contemplated the forthcoming elections with due horror.

What could we do? We could volunteer.

Quite what the local Conservative Office made of us when we turned up, I'm not quite sure. It was a very Conservative office, and in this midst of the Twin Sets and Pearls, our tatty jeans and jumpers combos stood out by a mile.

Soon they grew used to us, and nightly we were folding letters, and licking envelopes. Then came the Poster hanging. This is where our youth and enthusiasm came into its own. Where the SNP and Labour and Liberals tied to outstretched hand height, or kitchen stool height, me and Si were there, dangling off ladders to ensure the Tory posters were at the top of the poles.

In June Maggie was re-elected. Yes, she made tough choices, but she made them and by god she stuck by them. She gave people opportunities - the opportunities to make something good of your life if you worked hard and put in the effort. Scrounging was not something to be tolerated. Try and you would be rewarded.

We were invited to the celebratory party in the New Club on Princes Street. Of course our arrival at the door was questioned by the door man, but when he examined our tickets, he shook his head and allowed us in.

Champagne and Canapes galore. What a night.

Those were the days when Politicians were something to be reckoned with. These were politicians who didn't fight a popularity battle, these were statesmen who fought for the economic success of the country.

Hate her policies all you wish, but allow the Lady to rest in peace.



Tooli caught me blipping the sunset, thought you would like to see that.